All Monday forenoon, Chester sat on deck reading a book which he had obtained from the ship's library.

It was a most interesting story, and yet the world of gray-green water and changing clouds drew his attention from the printed page.

He was beginning to realize what the fascination for the sea was which took hold of men.

It would have been difficult for him to analyze or explain this feeling, but it was there; and it seemed to him that he would have been content to live out his life on that boundless ocean which presented a symbol of eternity continually before his eyes.
"Good morning." Chester started, then turned.

It was Lucy's father who found a chair and drew it up to Chester's.
"Is the book interesting ?" inquired the minister.
"Not so interesting as this wonderful sea and sky," was the reply.
"You are right," said the other, following the young man's gaze out to the distance.